Populate The Red War: Riot on First || CIS Populate of Barkesh

[Ascendant Resolve]

Chapter I
Chapter II​

RYLOTH, CAPITAL SECTOR

Chaos reigns across the galaxy.

From the West, a rolling sea of scum and villainy await the Confederacy. Though in some cases, it did not wait. Instead it would reach forth, and infect the Confederacy directly. Along the borders, planets began to fall prey to the criminal enterprises that were no longer suppressed by the Outer Planets Alliance. Many of these worlds, even beyond the Confederacy's borders, were deemed worthy of the Confederacy's assistance. A sentiment that was oft decried in the name of Confederacy First. What use was it to police other worlds when their own were left vulnerable?

What use indeed.

Upon learning that the movement known as the RED WAR had been reignited, there was outrage across the Confederacy. Many felt betrayed by masters that had promised them peace and stability, to focus their efforts inwards. There were grumblings spread across the member nations. Grumblings that many were content to ignore. But soon the discontent reached a fever pitch. Goaded by forces beyond the Confederacy, riots began to break out across the southern systems.

On the founder world of RYLOTH, such a boiling point has been reached. Furious that the Confederacy would launch a new crusade before they had even recovered from the terrors of the Agent Wars, the people of Ryloth took to the streets. They demanded their plight not be overlooked any longer. They demanded that the Confederacy allocate the proper resources to ensure the continued wellbeing of the cities. The protests and demonstrations had always been peaceful. But darker forces were at play. Chaos feeds Chaos. One fateful night, a group of protestors took matters into their own hands. The result was five dead, and many more gravely injured. The streets of Ryloth are utter pandemonium. Some think the protests have gone too far. Some think the protests have not gone far enough.

It is in to this conflict the Confederacy sends its agents. A peaceful solution must be reached, before the riots get out of control...

Spoiler: Tag List

Rann Thress
Taiia Locke
Sabine Delacroix
Diocletian Kahmen’’a
Gerwald Lechner
Oleander Webb
Kyyrk
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Millu Lee
Srina Talon
Gianna Aegis
Naedira Darcrath
Darth Elyria
Seraphina Corvinus
Alessandra Creed
Jason Breaker
BX-4323
Kiff Brayde
Beric Layne
Bastille Rommer
Tarsus Kiyan
Jhira Mereel
Verin Oldo
Hester Shedo
Donne Toulemonde
Tawnita Wren
Pravus Cruento
Felix Aquila
Lunara Azure
John Locke
Kitter Bitters
Holly Starstorm
A ARS VAMI
Vyse de Valorous
Alina Tremiru
Caedyn Arenais
Kristyl Arenais
Luca Donskoi

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[Felix Aquila]

P A R L A Y?​

Location: Lessu
Tag: Alessandra Creed
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

??-???: "Sixty thousand credits for a no trace job, another ten for royalty"
?????"fine, take this, if you're in a spot, you can activate it, it'll by you time to get away....
Half now, half when its done."​

Riots were never a good look for Ryloth, but the fact that the people here even had the ability to now, was something of a miracle. House Aquila had been working tirelessly to ensure that the protests had been peaceful. However, not even one of the largest houses of Nobility on the planet could be omnipresent. Like rodents gaining entry through any crack they could, people had been killed, members of the Viceroys guard, and there had been dire consequences.

How they had managed to do so? Felix couldn't know, he'd attempted to track down who had caused the initial attack but had found nothing, ghosts, phantoms, barely a trace of the existence of an aggressor at a fools glance. The Rylothian Lord had a bad feeling about this... However, as the CIS stepped in, it presented a golden opportunity. Approaching the Viceroy - Countess Gida, Felix would offer himself to play the part of Liaison, bridging her rule to the systems of the CIS, to which she was plainly unfamiliar. Skeptical, but lacking in her two advisors who'd been killed in the last year, and not willing to allow a favor of this magnitude go unclaimed to place the troublesome house Aquila under her thumb, the woman agreed.

Lessu was at the heart the Dispute, Felix had set up a meeting room at the heart of the Capital, one of the spires which opened up into a circular room with a private landing pad at its top at its top. Within the room silk banners surrounded an intimately sized circular table upon situated in the lowered section of the room with chairs set out around it. Around the outside of the room chairs and smaller tables had been laid out for entourages, personal guards, escorts, partners or anyone else who had an invitation so that they may watch down upon the meeting like a small amphitheater. Gida had ensured that the meeting would be fully catered with drinks, wine and refreshments of the highest possible quality while Felix attempted to not stare daggers at the woman who could only afford such lavishness due to the squalor of her people.

Upon the arrival of the CIS's guest, Gida and Felix would be standing to greet the coming dignitary. Felix would bow, Gida would not. "It's an honor to have you here, please take a seat! The seats around the exterior of the room have been reserved for those accompanying you, there will be refreshments brought to us soon." A warm, inviting smile across their faces as they would wait for their guests to take their seats before themselves. All the while far below them, smoke rose from the city proper, the Riots seemed to have escalated to the north, fires being lit as the people would cheer.

"Firstly, I'd like to present Countess Gida-Armana, Viceroy of Ryloth. I'm Felix of House Aquila, and I'll be serving as her liaison on behalf of Ryloth as well as her advisor for this meeting." The countesses eyes would almost glitter with excitement, staring over her visitors as her servants were let in to pour wine into the vessels that had been prepared for them, unless they objected.

"at least they're not wearing chains..." Felix couldn't help but think, though, cleaned up though they may be, he swore he could see the occasional ankle wound or raw circle of skin upon their bodies, where the bacta patch had not been applied long enough. Felix had discovered with Suu-Gara that the Viceroyalty of the planet had been employing Surfs to skirt the CIS's slavery laws, it made some sense that Gida would have done the same.

And so, the meeting would begin, once everyone had been seated, Felix would speak.

"Thank you for coming, to get to the heart of why you're here, we'd like to negotiate for a revision of the current standing Deal Ryloth has with the CIS, if we're to join this new enteprise and the Red War begins to re-engage, Ryloth still very much lays in shambles from the last war it was involved in. The Countess is worried that the CIS enjoys the use of its member planets when convenient, but seems content to brush them aside in the aftermath. We're asking for compensation for the effects of the Agent Wars including funding and aid in the rebuild of Lessu and surrounding settlements, as well as additional funding if we're to engage in this new conflict."

Felix would finish, pressing a panel on the table bringing up a small holoscreen that could be viewed at the people present's volition. Figures, damages including losses of life. Data accounting for the price of repair, damage over time and compensation for a lack of immediate action or aid all carefully detailed.

The countess beamed excitedly, Felix on the other hand, did all he could to swallow his malcontent.
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[Kyyrk]

E S C O R T
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To say Kyyrk was disgruntled would be an understatement. Ever since his return from his brief stay at the Praxeum, he'd been busy. That in and of itself was not what displeased Kyyrk. What had displeased him was the caliber of work he'd been performing. As a lowly Knight, no longer was he sent on the scouting missions, or able to take point in any mission that genuinely mattered. And now, he was deployed to Ryloth to put down a riot. Or rather, to escort those who would be bringing things to a diplomatic close.

He didn't like escort missions. Not one bit.

His mood changed considerably, however, when he learned who was being sent. Alessandra Creed was a relatively new acquaintance of his, and yet she was quickly growing on him. He could not put a finger on why he enjoyed her presence so, but he did. In fact, if not for her he'd probably still be hiding out with the Praxeum. But that would be a task for another day.

There was little time for chit-chat on the flight over. Ryloth was in a state of upheaval, and both had their briefings to attend. Alessandra concerning the negotiations, Kyyrk concerning the security measures. After all, the Viceroy was expected to be there. That made two members of the Presidium to protect. As Kyyrk, Alessandra, and the other members of the Presidium entourage entered the room, they were greeted by the Viceroy, and Felix Aquila . Seemed Kyyrk was running into him everywhere. Kyyrk did not speak, for such was not his role today, but instead took a position near the primary entrance to the room, his hands clasped in front of him.

He was on escort duty, and so he would do his best.

Any of the Rioters that wished to take matters into their own hands would have to go through him.

 

[Runar Ulfsson]

Location: Lessu
Objective: Protect
Tags: Kaira Vinesse​

Duran's eyes wandered across the faces of the people walking past him, there had been riots but they had calmed down, for the moment... there was no warning when the next one would begin to swell up. His station was at a majority armory located in Lessu, their courage meant to discourage anyone from trying to break in and steal any major armament, or defend it if they had to.

A crackle was heard from the group's comm system, "Corporal Carr, scout the area for any signs of conflict brewing, report back with any formation, how copy?" Looking over his squad he gave a nod and tapped his commlink, "Carr copies, moving out now." Duran began walking away from the armory leaving the men stationed there to defend the post as he flashed them a hand, indicating that he would be gone for approximately five minutes.

His boots crunched into the sand as he glanced around at the faces of the populate, his visor blocking them from seeing his face. His eyes scanned over their bodies, his HUD showing their heartbeat, most of them a little elevated which can be accounted for the recent riots. He was concerned more with anyone up to anything out of the ordinary or was holding any sort of weaponry, he didn't want him and his team to be caught unaware if they were meant to keep the armament away from the hands of the disgruntled populace.

Out of the corner of his perception, he heard the sounds of sobbing, looking over he saw a small Twi'lek girl huddled in a corner, tears streaming down her face as she looked around for someone, anyone. He glanced around and sighed, making his way over he knelt before the girl. "What's the matter?" He asked the little girl, but she only backed away from him. With a small breath of exasperation, he took off his helmet placing it at his feet. "See look I'm no droid, now what's the matter?"

Her eyes looked up at the man and she wiped away some tears sniffing, "Mi momma an poppa lef' me, I dun't know where they wen't, they said they would only be gone for a little bit...." Her voice trailed off as he felt a clunk hit his feet, a small round device began blinking rapidly and beeping.

Without a second notice, he jumped on top of the small girl covering her from the explosion. As it hit he was knocked a few meters away from where he had landed, the girl still in his grasp. Looking down he made she was fine before he got up and grabbed his weapon and scanned for the culprit, a group began to run away and he let a few shots out towards them hitting the side of a building as they rounded a corner.

Duran scanned the ground for his helmet, it had landed a little further than he would like, scanning he began to move before blue blaster rounds struck the side of the building he had hidden behind. chit. Glancing around the corner, he saw where the blaster shots were coming from, he waited for another set of rounds to come his way before he bolted for his helmet picking it up and rolling behind another building.

Sliding the helmet back on he tapped his commlink. "Corporal Carr to all units, shots fired, explosive ordinance used, half a click southeast of Armory, how copy?" All he heard in response was static, chit, chit, chit. He hoped that at least his squad had heard, but for the most part he was on his own.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: Lessu
Objective: Hold back the riots
Tags: Runar Ulfsson , Open

Red observed the crowd gathered in front of him. The protesters shouted and yelled at him and the other soldiers. They shouted expletives, insulting them, screaming bloody murder at them, showing their anger and frustration. Despite this, the line held, they were managing to hold back the protesters, at least for now. There was no telling if things would escalate or not...

Red sighed. Today was going to be a long day. For now, the riots were calmed down to very vocal protests. However, there was still no telling if things would escalate again. Because of these very violent protests, they had been called in to handle the situation. And, well... the situation wasn't exactly improving any further. More like it had leveled out. Red continued to look around, his visor scanning the area.

Red picked up his stun baton and riot shield, and headed towards the line of soldiers equipped with riot gear, holding a line between the protesters and the rest of their forces behind them. Even though they were only here for riot protection, Red still had his lightsaber and a blaster pistol attached to his utility belt. One of the protesters threw a rock at him, but Red blocked it with his riot shield.

"Disperse immediately! This protest is in violation of Peaceful Protest Act 3, Subsection 5-A!" Red shouted at the crowd. "I repeat: disperse immediately! You are in violation of disturbing the peace!"

The crowd didn't really seem to care, still shouting angrily at the soldiers. Red sighed. Well, it was worth a shot. Then, Red heard an explosion from far off. As Red turned to it, the situation with the crowd finally escalated. Multiple of the protesters pulled out blasters, and began firing, and the crowd began rushing the line, pushing, shoving, and hitting the soldiers. Red turned back to the crowd. A communication came through the commlink.

"Corporal Carr to all units, shots fired, explosive ordinance used, half a click southeast of Armory, how copy?"

"This is Red," Red replied over the commlink. "Riot has broken out at Sector 4, crowd is rushing the line. Multiple shots fired, situation is deteriorating fast. Requesting use of tear gas on rioters, over."

The crowd began to over-run the line, there were too many of them, and some of the rioters had blasters. Red raised his shield, ready for the oncoming wave.

"Hold the line! Reform!" Red shouted, preparing for the onslaught.

 

[Rayna Lockley]

Investigate
Location: Lessu
Tags: Open | Fiore | Subject 73 Red | Runar Ulfsson

Rayna made her final checks on her gear as she prepared to depart the safehouse on Ryloth. The woman was dressed plainly, designed to blend into the crowd and become just another face. Since she was a child deception had been her craft, as well as infiltration and assassination. She was one of the agents that the Confederacy called on when a precise hand was needed when the times of armies and ships were inconvenient, where the glow-stick waving space wizard stood out too much.​

Shadowfeed over the past few years had been dealt many setbacks and seen its leadership change hands many times, to the point most of its agents had been suspended. But in truth only those with a public record had been suspended, it is hard to suspend operatives one was unaware of. This was the true nature of Shadowfeed, their deep cover operatives had never ceased operating. From deep in the shadows a quiet hand still guided the intelligence of the Confederacy.

She turned her face in the mirror as she checked her work, it was wise to never rely on a single mask. At a basic level, she was relying on a disheveled appearance as well as dressing like the locals to blend in, but also she had at her disposal a holo-projector that made her appear to be a twi-lek. They were at times unreliable, but that is where the final item came into play a stealth generator meant to let her slip away if compromised.

With her checks completed, she stepped out of the safehouse, locking the door behind her. To those in the streets, she was just another face, none of the people so much as looked at her, convenient enough. As she moved through the crowds her pace was quick but not overly so, it was after all-important to look natural she reached a hand up and scratched at her cheek nonchalantly, an innocuous gesture to many but in those short seconds she inserted a comm device into her ear, there was a brief sharp sound as it tapped into local comms and accessed Confederate communications channels. Just then an explosion went off nearby it sent many of the locals running herself included except she ran toward the sound.

"Corporal Carr to all units, shots fired, explosive ordinance used, half a click southeast of Armory, how copy?"

She touched the mind of all those who ran past her while she proceeded toward the explosion. It didn't take long for one of them to call out to her in their native tongue. "Sahak elan cea ceinireae dan cahsinark fiyet tip!" {1} she paused for half a second and he spoke again, mistaking her hesitation as a misunderstanding "Kanyan geo gan ohk ohk elan ar nlikan ji a'an n'irs!" {2} that was all the confirmation she required before she nodded and responded to the man running after him. "Vorkunan ji ceinireae, toe a jemae Rd'ok!" {3} the man grinned and rounded the corner as she fell in behind the group.

Unfortunately for them as they rounded the corner a series of four blaster bolts hit each of them in the back instantly dropping them to the ground. She knelt over the one who appeared to be the leader and placed the blaster against his temple before speaking "Jinqa sak dan xeed cea y? Tilor vil Do wont neo dan?" {4}

The man as he lay there lifted a thermal detonator in his hand she hadn't seen it coming but it didn't matter at this point, his mind was shielded against telepathy she lept back as he yelled out "Toe a jemae Rd'ok!" {5} the detonator exploded killing the man as well as the wounded next to him before collapsing the wall of a building she held up a hand, telekinesis holding back the force of the blast just long enough for it to dissipate around her. She sighed tapping the earpiece and scrambling her signal as well as modulating her voice. "Confederate forces. Hostiles self terminated immediate AO clear. Casualties and explosion at grid Forn-Nern-Aurek." As quickly as her voice had come she turned off the comm before dashing into the side streets and activating her stealth field generator.

Spoiler: Translations

{1} Don't go that way you'll get shot!
{2} Follow us we are are going to hit the other side!
{3} Lead the way, for a free Ryloth!
{4} Who put you up to this? Speak and I won't end you.
{5} For a free Ryloth!

 

[Tabitha Solus]

Location: Lessu
Objective: Criminal Mischief
Tags: Open || ???
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Ryloth was chaos, and it all could have been prevented so easily.

Tabitha watched rioters run, yell, and protest in the streets from the shadows of an alleyway. She had no stake in their battle for justice, but she did feel at least some amount of pity for them. Perhaps, that was why as she hid in the shadows, she regretted only bringing a vibroblade and no med kit. A pop echoed in the alley as the bubble of gum Tabitha absently blew grew too large.

"Time to stir some trouble."

Adjusting the bag on her back, Tabitha ducked out of the alley and into the crowd. Sure, she wasn't a Twi'lek, but with her hair tied up, blue jacket (reversible with a black inside, of course), black combat boots, and casual attire, she looked like your average rebellious teenager. Though, the vibroblade hidden in the sheath strapped to her back made her anything but the average rebellious teenager.

An explosion nearby rang in her ears, then another not long after. Things were starting to boil over, and the clock was ticking. She couldn't worry about explosions or blaster fire, there was mischief to spread! And spread it shall be, if Tabitha had any say in it. First, she just had to find a good spot to spray graffiti...

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It took her a few minutes of bobbing and weaving through the crowds, and avoiding making eye contact with any Confederate soldier that might look her way, but finally Tabitha found a quiet enough spot in an alleyway off a side street. Digging through her bag, Tabitha pulled out a can of deep red spray paint before readjusting her bag. Looking over the mostly blank canvas of wall, head tilting side to side in thought, Tabitha contemplated what to draw. Time was ticking, and she would have to act fast if she didn't want to get caught.

Straining her ears to listen to the rioters, Tabitha found her inspiration.

With a wicked grin, she got to work. Phrases the protestors shouted in the distance were written on the walls, along with other rude phrases and silly little faces. There was no real art to her graffiti, not this time. No time for art, only mischief! With one last spray of paint, Tabitha finished her crude masterpiece of nonsense... Only to inhale some of the paint on accident, and to start loudly coughing up a lung. The clatter of the paint can falling to the floor caused her to swear between coughs, and she tried to lean forward to pick up the can, only to stumble into a clean spot on the wall to lean on as she caught her breath.

 

[Ruus Kote]

RIOT CONTROL​

Friendly Units:​

• Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Shere'shoy Mechanized Infantry Battlation (all companies deployed across various sectors)

Tag(s): Runar Ulfsson | Subject 73 Red | Rayna Lockley | Kaira Vinesse​

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Spoiler: Equipment

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• Armor:​
  • 'Verd'jurkad'gam'
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Surveillance Tagger Darts (2)
      • Electro Darts (2)
      • Explosive Darts (4)
• Weapons:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr (2)
  • RP-05A Ripper Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Short Range Optic
  • AR-2CQB Verpine Assault Rifle w/ UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher and 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Medium Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • 3x CryoBan Grenades
  • 3x Glop Grenades
  • 2x Smoke Grenades
  • 2x Class-A Thermal Detonator
  • 2x Det-Packs
  • Implants:
    • 'Verd' Enhancement Package
    • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Equipment:
  • 'Lirsa' Tactical/Riot Shield

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'Lirsa' Tactical/Riot Shield, Electronet Grenades, Glop Grenades, and T-289 Grenades issued force wide. ​

Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal​

Verbor'ad ures aliit​

Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se​

Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.​

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Ryloth. He hadn't been here the first time the company had dealt with those who had a problem with their client, but all of Strill Securities had heard about the fight between Strider Shabla Garon and their alor, and how none other than their own Davaab squad had forced Garon's 'cavalry' to withdraw, exacting a toll worthy of their reputation in blood from his men. They'd been fighting for something then. Now? Shab, it seemed he always got a job only once everything had already gone to haran or that everything was about to. ​

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He'd have preferred to have had had his command tank with him, but he'd lost that at Rhand during their evacuation. Not that he was afraid of the rioters, or anything that they had, but he had a funny feeling that they didn't quite get up one morning and decide they weren't happy. The Confederacy had bled blood and oil for this planet, they'd fought hard and fought well. Even the densest most dini'la [1] di'kute [2] could understand that much. The lack of his tank, however, meant that he was having to make do with a Trataab'morut IFV today. ​

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So far, however, his sector had been relatively quiet. There were no obvious markings on their vehicles, just different transponder codes, so maybe that was why the di'kute on his side were sticking hurling the occasional abuse from about 10 feet away. Or maybe it was because they had their IFVs parked right behind their shield line, and for once Australis and Cadera and their ilk's reputation for murdering civilians that the galaxy seemed to ascribe to most Mandalorians was for once working in their favor. ​

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"Don't think it'd be too much to hope they all come to their shabla [3] senses, go home so we can go and get a buy'ce of whatever gal they serve on this dustball, do you?" asked Mirta Kyrr, 'Shereshoy' Mechanized Infantry Battalion's commander. Mirta's tone belied the fact that she knew the answer to her own question, as did the fact that he'd served with her and Aamer, 'Kad b Marev' Armored Battalion's commander, for fourteen years now. He responded with a blank helmeted stare, "This is because we got bored on our one vacation, isn't it?" ​

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"Shab Mir'ika, give it a few minutes, given our track record I'm sure the osik [4] will hit the fan soon enough," he chuckled dryly. Kayrii had gone to haran faster than this by his count, so had Rhand. If he was being honest with himself, he really couldn't complain. So far as he'd been working with the CIS, he'd gotten a lot of weird, strange jobs, or jobs that'd gone to haran quickly So far, this was already far closer to normal than he'd gotten used to. What's the worst these di'kute could do anyway? ​

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The universe answered him quick enough with an explosion in the distance. This seemed to rile the crowd up. His armor's translated shouts of "FREE RYLOTH!" and "SERVES YOU RIGHT!" from among the crowd. Bottles and other debris clattered into their shield wall. Ruus was about to turn and tell them what he thought of that when the comms came to life. Three calls, two from CAF transponder codes and the third from a transponder code he couldn't quite recognize but was still showing up as a Confederacy code. ​

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Ruus took one glance Mirta and the others manning their section and knew that no matter what these sorry shabuire threw at them, they weren't getting past. He quickly raised both comm units that'd transmitted earlier and connected to the CAF general net as well, "This is Colonel Kote, en route to your position now. ETA five minutes. Standby." He then turned back to Mirta, "I'm going to see if our burc'ya [5] need help." Mirta responded with a quick nod, neither needed to say more. ​

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Ruus readied his rifle, flicking off the safety as he boarded his Trataab'morut IFV. "Shereshoy Besh Solus, you're with me," he ordered over the comms as he seated himself inside. Jintar didn't even wait for him to give the order, he knew what it was going to be and began driving off toward the problem area. Jintar's IFV and the four with it raced down the streets as fast as was possible for them to do so, avoiding damage to civilian property in so far as was possible. No one got in their way, ​

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None of them spoke, not at the moment. Till the exact nature of things could be ascertained, everything was dead serious. The jokes and jabs at each other was reserved for when they had some shabla idea what was going on. In the very least, at least everything here was normal, no reanimated corpses or osik from the nether here. For that, he was more than a little thankful. Terrorists and rioters? Those he knew how to deal with. Not that shooting at everything that moved till it stopped moving had failed him in those prior situations, just...he still preferred knowing what the haran [6] to do. ​

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Ruus' IFV was the first to round the corner, and so he got a good view of the pandemonium unfolding. Ruus hit the release switch on the hatch immediately, stepping out flanked by Besh Solus' Ver'alor [7] and his squad. "You know the drill, warning shots and stun rounds unless engaged" he barked over their comms. The massive HRR-02 Heavy Repeating Rippers on the IFVs fired rounds over the crowd, then lowered the guns so that they were obviously levelled at the crowd. Stun rounds and tear gas grenades were dispensed liberally as Ruus and the elite mechanized infantry of Shereshoy Besh Solus advanced on the crowd, weapons braced against their Lirsa shields. ​

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"Disperse immediately," he barked, helmet annunciator amplifying his voice. If these shabuir didn't take the hint, Ruus wasn't sure what else he could do. There was still the matter of the explosion, and the shabuir di'kutla enough to fire on Confederacy soldiers, but if the crowd wasn't dispersed, they'd have even more problems on their hands. ​

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[1] Dini'la - Crazy/Insane. ​

[2] Di'kute (plural is di'kute) - Idiot. Literally someone who forgot their pants. ​

[3] Shabla/Shabuir/Shab - Mandalorian strong insult. Like jerk, but much harsher. ​

[4] Osik - Shit. ​

[5] Burc'ya - Firend/friends. ​

[6] Haran - Hell. Literally cosmic destruction.​

[7] Ver'alor - Lieutenant. ​

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[Darth Metus]

Wearing: Executive Formal Wear​

- PARLEY -

Ryloth.

When last the Vicelord set foot into one of her cities, traitorous elements had stirred up the population. Defectors from the Confederacy had amassed, calling themselves the Agents of Chaos. And in a divine tantrum, struck out at the southern systems. Their efforts were aided by locals who were already radicalized. In the wake of the strikes upon Ryloth, the ultimate cries of the people were listened to. The government did what it could to prevent anything like the assault from happening again - which meant becoming increasingly hands off with one of its founding worlds.

While the Confederacy would always leap to her defense, it was the will of the people that saw a noticeable reduction in their presence.

And though reconstruction efforts were undoubtedly contributed to by federal funds, malice flooded the streets once more. Once more, external sources pushed against Ryloth, radicalizing the weak and plunging her into madness. Last time, Isley had taken it upon himself to protect the various clan heads of the planet. He had left the matter of ending the violence to his trusted military forces and local loyalists. This time, he would do the same. But his hope was that the end result would be different. Listening to the thunderous minority would only spell disaster for the silent majority.

Peace would be acquired today. A permanent one.

Initially, the Minister of Commerce Alessandra Creed had been sent to represent the Viceroyalty. The current Viceroy had reached out to negotiate. The framing of the request was one that made Isley's skill crawl and his teeth clench. The blame for the protests and riots were being placed soley on the Red War. And while there were certainly external factors to the day's violence, Isley was not so certain that this was the core complaint. His perspective was different. Far closer than the personnel that had stepped back from the world. How? He would explain shortly.

But the invitation was enough that the freshly returned Vicelord would join the negotiations. Garbed in his trademark suit and tie, the sable-skinned man entered the room with a confident smile. The space was certainly gilded in comparison to the rest of Lessu. Yet another nail in the proverbial coffin. Yet, his expression did not betray his thoughts.

At least the liasion today was a friendly face. Isley immediately recognized Felix Aquila as being the Knight who had saved his sister, Lace. "Well met Knight Aquila!" he began, opening his arms wide in greeting. "It's so good to know that the Viceroy is receiving advice from such a capable mind." He then rendered a polite nod to the Viceroy. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Viceroy Gida-Armana. I am Isley Verd, Vicelord."

It would appear as though, in his absense, Ryloth had selected new representation. Interesting. "Joining me today is Alessandra Creed , Minister of Commerce."

With thus said, the sable-skinned man settled into his seat. He heard the opening concerns - and while his eyebrow lofted ever so slightly, his smile never wavered. So, the desire was additional compensation in order to participate in the Red War? His gaze then shifted from the Knight's face to the hologram that was promptly presented for their review. Isley briefly stroked his chin absently as he read over the figures. The amount requested was high - more so than the combined reconstruction funds that had been afforded to Ryloth and Rodia immediately following the Agents' assault.

And, speaking of, Rodia had completely recovered using the first allotment of funds. Meanwhile, the affected areas of Ryloth looked no better than the day after the attacks. The meeting room was luxury personified. But the streets? The people? Shambles.

"A few points to consider before we begin speaking about numbers..." began the Vicelord. His dominant hand then motioned towards the hologram.

"Immediately after the assault by the Agents, we had distributed funds to all effected worlds. Ryloth and Rodia, being the most damaged, received the majority of these funds. To date, Rodia has fully recovered from the day. Ryloth does appear to be worse for wear - so we would be happy to continue efforts towards its recovery, regardless if there is participation in the Red War or not."

"Furthermore - and I mention this for your benefit Knight Aquila - the budget for the next three years has been set and funded by the Viceroyalty. The military has received approval from the same body to proceed with the Red War - and is composed near entirely of Droid forces. We would not be asking, requiring, or otherwise encouraging the people of Ryloth to send their sons to this conflict. This is where we are as of today. What we can do, as an option to consider, is have the Ministry of Commerce evaluate the Planetary Tax Rate of Ryloth."

He paused, nodding to the Knight. He was going over things that the Viceroyalty would know as standard - but the average citizen wouldn't know much of. Entirely for his benefit. There was, of course, a method to his madness. "Upon joining the Confederacy, each member world agrees on a tax rate so that the government can function. The taxes that Ryloth pays can be evaluated and, the portion that would have gone towards military funding and actions, can be awarded as tax break."

In doing so, not a soul could say that Ryloth was being mandated or asked to contribute anything - be it manpower or funds - to the Red War.

"Beyond this, we would be happy to review and to award additional compensation - up to and including what you have requested here. All requests for additional compensation, as Viceroy Gida-Armana is already aware, would require a standard audit of all previously awarded funds from the last five years. This will, of course, be spearheaded by the Ministry of Commerce and should take..." He moved his hand in the so-so manner. "About three to five days, depending upon how much paperwork is involved. Once complete, Ryloth will be well funded and on its way to recovery."

And there was the method of his madness. It did not make sense as to why Ryloth was in such sordid condition when they had been afforded millions of credits for its recovery already. How was it that a founding member of the Confederacy was in shambles still, yet Rodia was back on its feet and thriving? Both were equally affected. Both received government assistance immediately. The audit would identify the disconnect. If there was corruption, errors, or any foul play, they would uncover it. And if there was nothing? Ryloth would be well on its way to a large payday.

The Vicelord then clasped his hands together. "Minister Creed. Viceroy Gida-Armana. What do you think of this proposal?"

Kyyrk | Alessandra Creed | Felix Aquila​

 

[Laertia Io]

POV: Nuetralizer Model 1 (Charlie)

Armed with: Itself, Argazdan Riot Buster, Stun Grenades, DC-17m (PEPS Laser), Phantom Laser Pistols (2)

Charlie, Veteran of Darth Xiphos's campaigns, had landed on Ryloth with a contingent of Confederacy troops.

Xiphos may have been exiled, but her allies and Nuetralizer forces had been conveniently allowed to remain, as they were determined to ultimately not have been at fault for Xiphos choosing to use her mysterious warship, The Leviathan of Sev Tok to blast Gihinnom from orbit. Some had howled at this seeming incongruity. Others had taken it as a sign that Xiphos might have had a point. Others thought it was because the technology she produced in secret was too valuable to discard.

Xiphos had her fingers in the Confederacy still, physical presence or not. No one could look at a Nuetralizer and not associate them with Xiphos.

Few could look at one without fear in their eyes.

That's why all the Marines gave wary looks at Charlie as they stepped off the transport. Model 1 units had saved a lot of Confederacy soldiers from Maw savages at Rhand, often with brutal, cheesy action horror type methods, but that had only bought so much goodwill with the grunts. They were there as much to quell the riots as they were to see how the Nuetralizers did when not required to kill everything that wasn't them or an ally.

Charlie, who was distinguished from his brothers by way of the dark green strip painted across his Cortosis weave Durasteel Chest and three black stripes across his skeleton face (A private sign among his brothers that he had killed over three dozen hostiles) was silent as he was the last to get out.

They had been deployed as soon as the explosion sounded off.

"Well Skull Face, what's the score?" the Sergeant asked.

"Multiple hostiles armed with blasters. A minor chore to subdue..." Charlie remarked, not walking like a normal Droid, but irregular, like an organic.

Charlie, not well versed in affairs outside that of his brothers, was curious as to what they were rioting about. But it wasn't really his concern. The affairs of Organics outside House Io tended to be messy... disorderly. He didn't begrudge them for it, but he also didn't get it.

"Okay, Skull Head, show your stuff." The Sergeant said. "We don't need any casualties. ANY. Understood?"

"Understood. I'll leave 'em breathing. Won't even break any bones..." Charlie assured, moving in formation.

A single Model 1 was capable of killing multiple squads. Just sticking one in a unit was a Force multiplier. He moved in formation with the squad, loose, armed to the teeth.

Even here, the reputation of the Nuetralizers had spread. Quite a few ran upon seeing him coming with the marines to back up Armory Defense

"Organics..." Charlie called out firmly. "This activity will not be tolerated. Please disperse in an orderly manner..."

A shot whizzed past him, and Charlie drew a phantom laser pistol and shot the offender square in the chest. The purple laser bolt, unable to harm organic tissue , knocked the shooter out cold.

Charlie shot four more armed with blasters, stunning and knocking them out to the letter of his orders and rather than engage in protracted hand to hand, simply used Atrisian Aikido moves to toss them away as gently as possible.

The rioters grew more aggressive, and he whipped out the Riot Buster, a Sonic Rifle used to bring down targets with out killing or permanently damaging the one shot, painted in the black and green stripes of House Io. He hit seven rioters in a span of four seconds, and others began to run, the Marines backing him with riot shields.

He was staggered back by a shotgun blast, but quickly shot the offender in the chest, sending him flying and out cold.

The Model 1 walked up and seized the shotgun while gunning down another Six with the riot buster, watching with interest as the mech infantry used by Ruus Kote began to drive the rioters back.

Charlie was amused by the Rioters. Did they actually believe there was a chance? He would gun them down, scoop them up and toss their ass in the drunk tank.

Charlie simulated whistling as he non lethally gunned down a few more, getting pelted by blaster rifles, only to immediately gun down the shooters as he spotted Subject 73 Red in the distance, trying to hold back rioters.

He signalled the marines, and they began opening fire with stun rounds on the rioters to try and lessen the situation Red was in. Fun!

Runar Ulfsson

Rayna Lockley

Kaira Vinesse

 

[Kaira Vinesse]

POST: 1
TAG(S): Runar Ulfsson | Ruus Kote | Rayna Lockley | Subject 73 Red | Laertia Io | @Open

“Why are you always getting us into a mess?” The voice, somewhat mechanical distorted by the voice emitter inlade in her helmet came shot across the roar of the crowd in the direction of Runar Ulfsson . While the decision came from well above any of their pay grades, Kaira liked to tease, and often blame, Duran for whatever situation their unit found themselves in. More often when things seemed to hit the fan than when they were calm.

She stood in a rather relaxed position, considering the cacophony of pandemonium that surrounded them. Something that she could chalk up to her years of training. That was all fine and dandy for now, but that all changed swiftly. It was impossible to tell where the first shot rang out from, but in that moment, chaos erupted. It consumed the area entirely and for a brief moment, the Corporal felt a taste of fear. They were entirely outnumbered here. And if Farboon was any indication, luck oftentimes didn’t seem to favor them.

On Farboon, Duran had gotten shot and Kaira had been forced to patch the man up. Again. But that was simply a hazard that came with the job. Especially as part of one of the Special Forces units the Confederate Armed Forces sought to better employ and utilize moving forward.

“What did you do,” Kaira yelled to Duran and she pulled her sidearm from its holster and set the firing setting to stun before trying to establish a communications channel. However, that effort was futile. Comms were completely jammed it seemed. How the crowd that currently was in uproar acquired the technology or the means to do such a thing, she couldn’t fathom, but it was the folly of their predicament. For now they were on their own as a team, with but a rather measly contingent of droids to assist them in their efforts to control the crowd and prevent further personal harm or property damage.
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[Runar Ulfsson]

Location: Lessu
Objective: Protect
Tags: Kaira Vinesse | Subject 73 Red | Ruus Kote | Rayna Lockley​

His rifle raised to his shoulder he let out a few rounds as his visor booted back up after being removed from the rest of his armor. Why do things always have to go to karking madness? He muttered to himself as he put his back to a wall feeling the heat of blaster bolts as they grazed the corner he had just previously been occupying. He couldn't use anything lethal, too many civilians, he couldn't tell which were rioting and those who were just getting stuck in the crossfire.

=S Y S T E M--R E B O O T E D=​

Duran heard the radio chatter attempt to get through the interference but he just sighed, he was stuck just over half a klick away from his squad, most likely surrounded on every side, just an average day at the office then. Grabbing a flash grenade he clicked the primer and waited for a few moment before he threw it around the corner, following it as he rounded the corner, watching as the rioters covered their eyes from the bright light as he shot stun rounds into their chests.

He had to take it nice and slow, keeping a good pace he followed down the side of the street, making sure to hug towards the side as to not stand in the middle of a free firing line, giving him the ability to duck into any buildings or alleyways as he needed too. Every time he came to an opening he would round the corner carefully making sure not to be caught unaware in the multitude of sightlines that these streets created. He was basically stuck in a multitude of kill zones.

About a fourth of a click away from the armory he rounded a corner to be met with a rifle stock, being knocked to the ground he noticed a man seemingly unlike the rest, he seemed to be wearing actual armor and had a weapon a caliber above the rest he had seen. The man flashed him a vicious smile as he aimed his rifle toward Duran. Using his quick reaction speed he swept the legs out from underneath his opponent causing him to come crashing down to the ground. He quickly rolled onto his hands and got upcoming face to face with the opponent, the man tried to raise a gun towards him once more as Duran charged the man.

Feeling one-shot ricochet off his armor and one... not quite so. He slammed the man against the side of a building, opening his vibroblade from his vambraces as he held the man's neck, feeling the blade enter the man's jugular. The blood dripped onto his blade and armor as he stared deep into his eyes, blood swelling into his mouth as Duran dropped the man. Coughing Duran staggered for a moment, looking down he noticed a blaster shot towards his abdomen. Not again.

 

[Luca Donskoi]

Post: 1
Tag(s): Darth Metus | Alessandra Creed | Felix Aquila | Kyyrk | Open

This was the first time that Luca had ever ventured to Ryloth. The hot, dry, arid conditions of the planet never seemed inviting to him. After all, he was red-headed, freckled and carried a pale complexion. The sun and the heat never agreed with him. Oftentimes it’d leave him red as a Sith’s laser sword, or whatever it was they called their mysterious relic they so loved to carry on their person.

But today, Luca was here. Representing the Exarch, Srina Talon , no less, as she was unable to make today’s voyage. For well . . . reasons. It wasn’t Luca’s prerogative to ask that kind of why.

As the Vicelord, Darth Metus , entered, along with the Minister of Commerce, Alessandra Creed , Luca would find himself a couple of steps behind and to th Vicelord’s right flank. Although he was standing in place of the Exarch, he never felt right walking directly to the Vicelord’s side as she might.

The circumstances of today’s meeting were unusual to say the least. While Ryloth had been badly sacked in the fanatical assault of these Agents of Chaos, to include one of their special dome emplacements, the Confederacy had afforded the planet every opportunity at aid and recovery. Even filtering millions, possibly even billions, of Confederate Credits to the world for relief in recovery efforts. The same as they had done for Rodia and Rodia was thriving today. Almost as though such a catastrophe had never taken place there to begin with. However, Ryloth was a far different story. It was dismal. Ragged even. Even without being Force sensitive, Luca could feel the pain and desperation that ooze from the citizens and the streets like a festering wound oozes puss. But why? What had happened with the funding that Ryloth remained aberrant in its quality. It was on the edge of repulsive and Luca could help but to feel sorry for it.

What happened? Why?

As Felix Aquila and the Viceroy greeted, Luca offered a bow-like nod of his head, declining his chin toward his chest in doing so. He still carried his datapad in his left hand, though its screen was dimmed for the time being. He didn’t say anything, but instead, just stood by as the Vicelord began, and continued to standby when he moved the conversation to the Minister. The Vicelord had made several fair points, many of which Luca had thought of, likely wouldn’t have addressed nearly as eloquently as he had. He could definitely learn a thing or two from the man. That was for certain.
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[Zohar]

LESSU - OUTSKIRTS

Despicable.

Zohar believed in the freedom of expression. He believed that all should have the right to raise the middle finger at their government at any time. But when those freedoms were abused and turned to violence, his force turned to stone. Now, on the far outskirts of Lessu, his command walker hearkened to the airwaves. By earlier request, the military had reduced its presence on Ryloth dramatically. However, the presence of so many VIPs warranted a return to form. Thankfully, they had boots on the ground when everything went belly up. Protests turned to rioting. The will of the people turned to violence. And now Zohar had to worry about the safety of their leadership and the assets on the ground.

His knuckles turned white gripping the arms of his seat.

"Ready the Meteors." His voice manifested as a growl, turning the heads of the droids scurrying about the bridge. One such, a Tactical unit, posed a valid question: "Colonel - this unit advises delaying full troop deployment. Would it not increase hostilities?"

"The head of our country is in the middle of that mess. We can't sit idly while these riots get out of hand."

Zohar could have shut the unit up by pulling rank - but that was not his way. If he was to lead, it would be through sound logic, not just authority. Therefore, the Tactical unit "felt" comfortable enough to respond. "We have personnel on the ground. This unit suggests verifying the extent of the issue and launching a proportionate response."

The meteors in question could each hold thousands of clankers at a time. Zohar's nostrils flared as he exhaled. "Very well. Get our status and launch accordingly."

"Affirmative."

The forces facing the riots would soon be pinged across their comms. A simple request for the latest. For depending on their answer, a modest force or a tsunami would be sweeping through.​

Runar Ulfsson | Kaira Vinesse | Ruus Kote | Subject 73 Red | Rayna Lockley | Laertia Io​

 

[Cordelia Malkavian]

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Tags: Rience ​

Yet another mission, another call to arms, another situation where people were causing problems that other people had to go in and fix those problems for them. A lesser person would have become disinterested by these sorts of things by now, or perhaps leave such messes to take care of themselves. But oh no, of course not. Considering people as a whole were chaotic and destructive, and these riots were only hard hitting proof of the fact. And so, Cordelia and Rience would go - were already well on their way to arrive planet side, with but a few moments to spare.​

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It was not a drop pod the pair of them took this time however, Delia had outright refused such a landing tactic this time around. She had of course never been truly hurt by such an entrance, but that did not mean she enjoyed it. And a shuttle may have been a touch slower, but was still as effective and didn't threaten to knock them out on impact - so long as things went well upon landing, of course.​

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The redhead was stationed at one of the view ports, frowning out of it as the ground grew closer. "Why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?" she questioned the man stationed behind her. But as she glanced over her shoulder there was a teasing grin on her face before her focus was back out on the view displayed before her. And then she sighed very slowly and the teasing grin waned from her expression just the same. "So, do we play nice with the crowd, or silence them?" It was an honest question, considering Delia's nature, and once again she half turned to look at Rience as she awaited an answer.​

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[Hypatia Sovis]

Tags: Luca Donskoi Felix Aquila Kyyrk Alessandra Creed Darth Metus

Hypatia Sovis walked through the dark streets of her nation's capital, flashes of light and sound in the distance as her people intended to fight for their rights, a mission the same as her own. Seeing how people in what was meant to be the most important city on their world was living worse then she was in the string of poorly populated oases in the north. A sight that filled her with rage to no end. The last few months she had been here, trying to help reduce the ruin their city had been left to become. A task she was effective in what little she could do.

But tonight was the night for real change, she knew the riot was soon to happen, she had been with the desperate people who now did it. And with it the local nobility would be in a panic. And that was the perfect time to press their demands for better living standards. When else would nobles agree when not under dire threat? Thus before the riots she had gathered tens of thousands of signatures and was elected to bring their peas to the only people who could bring real change without violence. Whether they listened was another matter.

Hypatia steeled herself for her important task as she marched through the volatile mobs outside with confidence. Dressed in casual leather, she had no desire to impress those who she would be paying a visit nor a wish to stand out in the chaos of the streets. She marched through the city even as mobs roamed and riots rampaged. She feared them less than most, having helped many in the city already.

Arriving at the palace after the escort had arrived unknown to her, she approached the palace guards with an aura of confidence even as they prepared to shoo her away like a rat assuming her another potential rioter. Before they could speak she raised a data pad “This dataspad has the signature of fifty thousand citizens of this city who have selected me to represent their interests, many of whom are likely in the riot and likely would disperse if such was met. You will let me speak on their behalf or I will return and express that the Countess has no need to hear what the people are asking for.”

The palace guards froze at her threat, neither of them wanted to be the one who somehow made the riots worse. “If you would wait-” “I will wait inside, if not I will leave now and have already stated what I will do.” She said steely gaze upon the guards, one rapidly radioing in the request and as they were forced to comply. “You will be allowed in after a search..” This was fine, she knew they would take any weapons she had on her. Taking her simple blaster for protection as they rapidly moved aside as she marched on in.

Looking around seeing the absolute luxury and decadence with the building as she entered, absolutely livid at the sight. She knew exactly how much those outside suffered, they were rioting in pure desperation and rage. And they had the gall to cover their offices with gold?! She barely contained herself as an aid approached her.

“Greetings miss they will see you in-” She glared daggers at the man and came close to her “You will take me now, or I will say they slammed the door in my face. I will not be stalled, we will go there now together, or you can tell them I left.” The aid was left aghast, he very much didn’t want to be blamed for having her storm out with a riot outside. “V-very well..” Her steel gaze kept on him until they began their march to the meeting room.

Once outside the finely detailed doors she took a deep breath to calm herself, she could see how justified the people’s rage was. But she knew she needed to control herself if she hoped to get their message across. After a moment those fancy doors opened and she marched in with pure confidence. Likely an odd sight as everyone else there was a finely dressed noble. The aid fast walked to the Countess to explain the change in wait in hushed tones.

Refusing to bow before her Countess, eyes locked on her as she announced herself to a most likely annoyed Countess, who probably preferred to stall her away. “I am Hypatia of clan Sovis. I have a data pad containing fifty one thousand two hundred and one of your citizens signatures who live even now in ruins that have not been restored. I know you are likely discussing the fate of your people as the riots rage, I wish to be allowed to attend. They gave me their trust that I would bring their dire situation to you, their Countess, in hopes you would hear and grant them the aid they are in desperate need of. Even now many of your people riot below due to the same very such desperation, so I ask you to not simply turn me away and allow me to bring you their views as you discuss how to handle the matters below. Otherwise I will be forced to return, and say you refused me. And we both know that would only make matters worse below.”

She waited for the Countess’s reply. Steel gaze locked on her as she waited to see whether her mission was a failure or if she would be able to live up to those who entrusted her.

 

[Lilicky]

P A R L E Y​

RYLOTH

Thus it was that very reason, to quell the chaos and quiet the riots, that the Confederacy had sent - arguably - their most important and intrepid of negotiators and diplomats that they had in their arsenal. It had been many years or maybe it was months since they last had need of the great Hero. He had seen it all - strangely enough for a Ropo given their short lifespans, though that is neither here nor there...

On second thought, maybe that question should be answered. I mean really, how old was the little Ropo anyways? He had been an integral part of the Omega Pyre regime that had first brought order to the Southern Systems some two decades or more ago. He'd been clasped to the bosom of Siobhan Kerrigan when they brought low the Bando Gora threat. He'd reclaimed the ancient hat of old Grumpy Goat Ayden Cater . The little Ropo had even taught Noah Corek and Sarge Potteiger all that they knew of conflict and combat.

Huh, you know what, maybe we should figure this out. Okay, carry the one, add a three...

"Biscuit!"

Oh, huh? Yes, yes, sorry. I've just been informed that we can figure this all out later because we must get back to the story at hand and how the mighty little Ropo was busy saving the Confederacy once more.

So, there he was, Ryloth. The planet was embroiled in riots and crying out for a savior to deliver them from the chaos that had so staunchly taken hold within the Southern Systems with the recent developments. The loss of the Outer Planets Alliance that had resulted in the Red Wars; the fear that came with the slowly encroaching Bryn'adul horde that had only recently been brought low by a coalition of unlikely allies. With the Confederacy having recently experienced its own failure above the world of Rhand, they had to fall back into their own territories to ensure that the voices that cried out were heard.

"Biscuits!"

The little Ropo nodded to himself as he stepped forward, his little arms managing to fix the little pink tutu that he wore - unable to get it off since it had been placed upon him so many years ago by HK-36 , or at least he remembered the droid having been the one to do so. Either way, it was his glorious hat that ensured that his thoughts were always heard - the only means he had to communicate with the Galaxy that he was always so busy saving.

"Left, right, left, right, right, left, right, left..."

His little voice rang free as he carefully stepped forward through the halls of the building in which the meeting was taking place. He was sure he was late, though he was doing his best to ensure that he would be there. After all, Vicelord Darth Metus would be lost without the little Ropo to assist him in these talks. Clearly, it was that important that the Vicelord of the Confederacy himself needed the little Ropo's assistance to ensure that Ryloth was brought to peace in such dire times.

When he approached the massive doors to the meeting hall, he nodded to himself before stepping forward. His little arms pressed against the doors as he attempted to push them open. Only to unfortunately step on his tongue, causing him to slide forward with a little thud as the doors somehow managed to open. This in turn caused the little Ropo to go rolling into the room before lightly smacking against the leg of a nearby chair.

"Biscuit?"

Lilicky softly gasped out, little birds swirling around his head as he lay there.
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[Alessandra Creed]

Location: Naboo [Creed Tower]
Tag: Darth Metus | Kyyrk | Felix Aquila | Lilicky | Hypatia Sovis

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This wasn't right.

Alessandra had been relatively quiet during the travel from Naboo to Ryloth. Her dark head was buried in stacks of data-pads while her head was full of numbers and budgets that most of the assembled party wouldn't be able to fathom. There was a hole in the world. There was a hole in the world where certain things should have been, certain allocations, but they seemed to be missing. In full or in part but she couldn't quite see the bigger picture. Not yet. Not, yet.

Ryloth was a foundling Confederate planet.

Beyond many of the other member worlds it had been cherished, nigh spoiled, by her estimations. The various wars that had besot the Confederacy had taken a toll on many worlds. Ryloth had suffered more than most, but, they had also been compensated FAR more than most. It had been the site of one of their most devastating losses to date. The nation held their breath while the white-domes fell, while she, immediately began to prepare. She worked while it all unfolded.

While Twi'lek executed each other in broad daylight. Spouting broken, bleating rhetoric.

She worked. The Minister arranged funding, care, transports, and all manner of relief for Ryloth to begin rebuilding. Restitution had not stopped to date and was supposedly being allocated to the most heavily affected areas by the currently sitting Viceroy of Ryloth. Where had it all gone? Where was it going?

Why were certain parts of the main cities still in shambles?

Alessandra frowned, deeply, and returned to her previous theory.

There was a hole in the world.

"I could have handled this, you realize.", Alessandra murmured, softly, to the newly returned Vicelord. He was dressed the part. Charming, suave, and confident as ever. Part of her wondered if he had saddled her with so many escorts, plus, one of the most powerful men in the galaxy because he doubted her abilities after her divorce. Perhaps, he did. Or perhaps it was because Ryloth was home.

Either way—She silently protested, while he opened his arms in a grand gesture, and greeted Felix Quila. Interesting. They had never needed a third party on Ryloth before. Why now?

Chocolate eyes swept over Viceroy, Countess, Gida-Armana and the room in which they were received and she could feel the welling suspicion in her mind swell. She remained still for a moment as she took in the room and found her eyes drawn back toward the exit. Kyyrk . He hadn't said anything. His arms were resting neatly before him, clearly, protecting them from outside evils—But why did the hair on the back of her neck still stand on her?

She wished, briefly, that she hadn't bemoaned having an escort so badly. He hadn't spoken to her throughout the duration of the trip and it nagged at her slightly. Did he think she hadn't wanted him to come? It was one thing to be followed around by nameless, faceless Knights. They had no sense of humor and were about as amusing as watching paint dry. Kyyrk was different.

Dark eyes would catch his, a true amethyst, before she turned her focus back toward the Vicelord. He certainly hadn't lost the ability to make a speech in his…sabbatical. Alessandra moved into the room, finally, and accepted the offered seat. Wine was poured. Treats were placed before them that she could not name, though, well recognized the value. Clean edges. Expensive flatware.

The Minister knew, swiftly, that the Vicelord saw it too. The hole in the world.

"I find the proposal reasonable, though, the audit will only take exactly three days. I've come prepared and have appropriate staff waiting on standby. It will be done in three. No more, no less."

The discussion was suddenly interrupted.

A young Twi'lek woman appeared with a befuddled guard that seemed increasingly nervous with every word she spoke. A representative of the people, it seemed. Alessandra took note of the way there was no deference issued toward the Viceroy. No deference, no respect. Merely quiet defiance. "In light of current circumstances…I would hear what Hypatia of Clan Sovis has to say.", the Minister of Commerce spoke up, reaching out, to push back the empty seat to her right. It was a silent invitation for Hypatia Sovis to be seated. "Though, I would caution her. Threats, even veiled, are still threats. This delegation is far from blind. You are here now…So speak plainly. Do not repeat that mistake twice."

Another interruption.

She turned her head to see a small floofy…Thing fall into the room. She wasn't sure if anyone else noticed Lilicky sneaking into what should have been a secure meeting. Perhaps, Ms. Hypatia had startled the guards more than she'd initially assumed. Her eyes flickered to Kyyrk and back toward the fluffy thing that she could have sworn asked for a 'biscuit' after rolling into a chair leg.

A silent query, though apt. 'The hells is that?'

 

[Darth Metus]

LESSU - OUTSKIRTS (NPC)

The Darkness awoke.

When last the Vicelord and his mate set foot on Ryloth together, it was during the assault by literal agents of Chaos. It was upon this blighted ground that Isley's eyes were opened a bit more to the truth of the primoridial being who had arrived in his life. Without question or hesitation, she had given so much of herself. She sacrified power, essence, freedom in order to assist the troubled world. In truth, she cared very little for Ryloth or its plight. But did so because he had asked.

Their relationship was odd - mostly due to the fact that she seemingly outside of time and had a thing for his future self, but debated whether or not railing his present self counted as cheating. It was a conundrum, one that Isley respected but privately found infinitely amusing. Overall, he assumed that his future self would understand just how charming a younger him could be.

Today, they returned to Ryloth as it resumed its troubles. Riots were in the street. Poverty had seemingly struck the populous. And there were many questions as to why. Physically, the Vicelord was already seated inside the meeting. Yet, overlooking the tragic events from the top of one of the blighted buildings was his form. It was whispy. It brimmed of the dark. It was...a projection. An extension of his will. One that made his partner's eyes roll whenever manifested.

"Where do we even begin?" came his question, complete with a sigh.​

Darth Elyria​

 

[Darth Elyria]

Tag: Darth Metus
Attire: Black Itchy Frock
Location: Rooftop w/Isley Shade Projection [Ooga, Booga - Happy Halloween]

Eyes the shade of onyx and coal surveyed the landscape with a certain level of malcontent. It wasn't so much that she disliked this world. It wasn't the smell of Ryloth nor was it the memories of losing her strength that caused her expression to thin; to glare. It was the obvious plight of the people. Darth Metus had stepped away from the nation at the behest of his people; for their betterment.

This was better?

The people were at war. Like rats, in a scurrying from the light. She could not understand how Naboo looked like a gleaming pearl and this place that Isley so cherished looked like it had been besotted by a biblical plague. "What is this heresy?", she questioned, incredulous, while she tried to fathom what was happening. Was this the place where time stood still?

It looked the same as she had left it.

Minus, the spirits of course.

"This is not what I gave of myself, of my grace, to repair.", she ground out, through clenched teeth, that were marked with a distinct sense of bitterness. Elyria had never asked for any gratitude from lesser beings nor did she expect it. They knew not how to thank her properly and lacked the means to do so. Her abilities were no longer as diminished as they were, however, she was still not perfected. "Who has done this? Who is responsible for such poor...", Elyria paused, looking for the word, with an expression that mirrored disgust? "Supervision?"

"Caretaking?"

She breathed in through her teeth and stomped down on the curving rooftop. The habitation sphere kept them safe from the blistering heat, but it wouldn't do anything against the storms of her displeasure. The might of her rage. "Fire them. Fire them, immediately."

Her demand made, she huffed, and crossed her arms.

Heresy. Absolute, heresy.